Small Hope

I saw the brightest shooting star i've ever seen last night. I was driving home from dropping off Nathan after the Thanksgiving thing. I was really looking forward to this dinner with the whole church-- it's the whole "diverse" (in a non-pejorative way) church thing that i supposedly like so much about small churches. Most of the evening i was trying to get a game played, but i played three or four very fun halves of games with motley armies of pre-adolescent children. I think they see me as some sort of rock star.

How sad and disappointed and embittered they will become when they reach their rebellious teen years. Bono makes me look like... well, like me.

Anyway. Shooting star. Confirmation and good cheer from a God who thinks of me more often than i like to remember. Sorry for all my non-Christian readers. Breaking up is hard to do, and God is my comfort in these times.